Razones

I'm not easy, no
I'm not docile, no
I am neither cordial nor sensible
I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no
I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, nor clear
I have no reason to be

How can I be docile if an idiot came?
Make an easy night difficult for me
It is thought to be agile, but it is half fossil
And ignoring it is useless, just because I am fragile
I know I'm weak and somewhat volatile
And like a boxer, my fight is sterile
Let a useless person come and act versatile
It leaves me motionless like Dr. Jekyll

I will be ductile, if it counts as so graceful
He's going in his car smoking a joint
And he had a couple of problems in Nashville
One erectile and one stock market
Your laptop doesn't work, to send an email
Play mobile play, read a fax
And my fertile mind questions very skillfully
And that improbable simile of life

I'm not easy, no
I'm not docile, no
I am neither cordial nor sensible
I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no
I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, nor clear
I have no reason to be

How can I be sober if everything is so murky?
I'd rather be drunk and unbalanced
As the proverb says, there in my suburb
I lost my handlebars, but I don't chew glass
The future is bleak and I'm all nervous
I look like a riot between a Bosnian and a Serbian
I say it with vigor, but without bitterness
That everything is a mess without being arrogant

What am I going to be calm about? I'm not going inch by inch
And I always ask the elm tree for pears
Sometimes I complain and I don't hold back
If there is a lump in my cup, it would be the last straw
I do not film this part of the plot
And if there is one, I print it on the head of a helmet
This is not a promo and I'm already at the extreme
From praying like a lead saint to San Telmo

I'm not easy, no, I'm not docile, no
I'm not easy, no
I'm not docile, no
I am neither cordial nor sensible
I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no
I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, nor clear
I have no reason to be

How can I be clear, if everything is so hard?
And although I don't cry anymore, sometimes I sigh
And how a lottery player can be accurate
In the meantime I hope to take a turn
Will this strange weather be temporary?
Because in a hurry nothing lasts
And my days were of gold and sapphire
Now they are a treasure going to the sink

I know I don't want to stay in the dark
Nor be protected from the future
Just like a vampire facing a vigilante
Or a jailer on unemployment insurance
And even though this rude game is impure
I don't shoot him or retreat
I am not a lamb to be slaughtered with cyanide
I am a warrior and I still breathe

I'm not easy, no, I'm not docile, no
I'm not easy, no
I'm not docile, no
I am neither cordial nor sensible
I have no reason to be
I'm not calm, no
I'm not sober, no
I'm not happy, nor clear
I have no reason to be

How am I going to be sober if everything is